Yes. Men like sports. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms. A thousand years of avenging our wrongs and that's all you've learned?

Xander ,'End of Days'


Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Aims - Aug 22, 2005 9:55:26 am PDT #7870 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

5-10 business days before we get the credit.

I'ma go eat or something.............


erikaj - Aug 22, 2005 10:02:09 am PDT #7871 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Life protects you from your stupid sometimes. Because my ex has changed his e and I don't have the current. It's probably better, but yet? Way to "stay friends" asshole. But I just know I'm way easy to get over, and they have fourteen gifted children by now. And I have an office with gum on the walls.


Fred Pete - Aug 22, 2005 10:02:13 am PDT #7872 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Aimee, good to know all should turn out well.

Any luck on the daycare checks?


Aims - Aug 22, 2005 10:02:49 am PDT #7873 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

She already deposited one, she's going to hold the one I wrote today. Hopefully, she won't kick us out.


Beverly - Aug 22, 2005 10:03:34 am PDT #7874 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

(((vw)))

(((Aimee))) Yes, love, do call the daycare and explain the bank's farkup. Then make sure the bank covers that check, at least, until they sort out their problem. And make sure they cover any interest and write letters to any of your creditors to whom your check didn't clear. The same thing happened to us, and we had to insist they replace interest earned, pay interest we lost, and write explanatory letters, but they did do it. (((you)))

Once upon a time we had the most esoteric and beautiful used and antiquarian bookseller here in town, in a genteely-faded old dowager of a house. It was run by a lovely post-grad couple, and upon entering, one was invariably greeted by one or the other with an offer of a cup of tea, and Millie, the book dog, who was a Cavalier King Charles. Soft brown and white, she would greet the shopper cheerfully, and then go back to her cushion to await the next customer.

They gave away bookmarks and sold t-shirts and book bags printed with a pile of books over the shop's name, with Millie the Bookdog lettered over the top, and Millie herself napping on the pile of books. I love Cavalier King Charles. They're about the perfect size, too, larger than Yorkies, Poms, and Chihuahuas, but not too big for an apartment. They were originally hunting dogs, too, so they're not innately uselessly decorative.


sumi - Aug 22, 2005 10:34:19 am PDT #7875 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

A couple of grown up Cavs.


sumi - Aug 22, 2005 10:40:26 am PDT #7876 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

I wonder if there is a temptation to have many Cavs rather than just one or two?


Calli - Aug 22, 2005 10:45:25 am PDT #7877 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

many Cavs

Would that be a "cavalcade of cavs?"


DebetEsse - Aug 22, 2005 10:51:09 am PDT #7878 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.

{{{{Aimee}}}}


Toddson - Aug 22, 2005 10:52:05 am PDT #7879 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"